Don't Call Me Hippie

Who wants simple minded peace?

Who needs to imagine a feeling of being

without caring or thinking

of applying their theories?

The rain drips in the center of my head

a rainbow pours out above my eyebrows

and I remember my faith

and I remember my worth

Then, I struggle for weapons

and I struggle for words

to build something concrete

to give to the world

I harness that light

and I forge my own sword

I fight to survive

and I strike down evil

I keep vigilant

and remain alert

so I can challenge authority

hypocrites, and false cures

I came from the bottom

and I fell to floor

From the edge of destruction

I know what life's worth